I missed that

1 and two heads on poles. Barbed wire, look at the sand on the floor. There once was a muddy lake,

trash cans and dead cows floating.

if there once was a moment, you'd thought to say "I love you"
let it ride off

with the remainder of our briefcases and shredded flesh

I don't want to live with your ghost anymore. I don't want to cry over you haunting anymore. I'm drained of wondering how you've been, I'm tired of taking yet another overdose of your wretched curse.

I am supposed to dive into that muddy river for my pieces of glass. Knowing full-well,
I'll never surface again.
I'm supposed to drown on shipwrecks and planks in my mouth, am i?

There's a barbecue on the other side of those trees. I'm still scared of being wrong. What was there supposed to be designed? How did that all fit together?
Oh well, I used to know, now there's nothing to say.